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Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Before you walk You gotta crawl first I skipped that part And started running Crazy young motherfucker Making too much money Thought I could buy happiness I was wrong honey Bought a car Out of pure Fucking depression Then I crashed it Alcohol such an obsession Sorry mother Yo se que soy un necio Gracias a Dios No estoy muerto ni preso En los hombros Siempre he llevado peso Uno flaco En los hombros el peso Estoy cansado 'Toy fatigado El amor de mi vida De mi se ha olvidado El amor de mi vida De mi se ha alejado Por muchas veces Yo actuar como un tarado And man That shit hurts for real Man you don't know Man you don't know How that shit Really feels for real Hey! Man! That shit hurts for real Man you don't know Man you don't know How that shit Really feels Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small AHHHH! Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small… Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small… Look, I'm the type to see the wrong move And know it's time to change Too many rappers wanna lie about Their type of pain But these days It seem like everything's a replay I'm spitting music through each state No squares in my circle can delay No time to think twice I just, do as I please I was born from a king The apple ain't fall far from the tree Stress level down For each time I murder a beat It's murder on my mind Thankfully on this song I'm a feature I told everyone Never count me out only count me in Cause I'd be damn If I sit around and only pretend That everything claiming to be solid Deserves a spot Half of them let your flowers Sit around and just rot I don't wanna be the the type To receive flowers too late Only the lord knows how much I'm balancing on my plate I tried to tell them That everyone around don't belong That's partially the reason Why I wrote to this song Too many people should get paid For the way that they act It's hard to keep all my emotions All in one tact My bro came for the feature So I cannot slack Do it one more time For the people in the back We yelling Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small… Keep your circle small Keep your circle small Keep your circle small…